by Arthur Reeve. Originally Published in The Poisoned Pen: The Further Adventures of Craig Kennedy 1911. The dead are often easier to find than the living! Kennedy and I had just tossed a coin to decide whether it should be a comic opera or a good walk in the mellow spring night air and the opera had won, but we had scarcely begun to argue the vital point as to where to go, when the door buzzer sounded--a sure sign that some box-office had lost four dollars.   It was a much agitated middle-aged couple who entered as Craig threw open the door. Of our two visitors, the woman attracted my Continue reading


by John Polidori. from New Monthly Magazine, April 1, 1819. A man is condemned to living death - eternally thirsting for living blood. It happened that in the midst of the dissipations attendant upon London winter, there appeared at the various parties of the leaders of the ton a nobleman more remarkable for his singularities, than his rank. He gazed upon the mirth around him, as if he could not participate therein. Apparently, the light laughter of the fair only attracted his attention, that he might by a look quell it and throw fear into those breasts where thoughtlessness reigned. Those Continue reading


by Arthur Conan Doyle. Originally Published in The Strand MagazineOctober, 1891. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson board a train to Boscombe Valley to investigate the murder of a local landowner! We were seated at breakfast one morning, my wife and I, when the maid brought in a telegram. It was from Sherlock Holmes and ran in this way: “Have you a couple of days to spare? Have just been wired for from the west of England in connection with Boscombe Valley tragedy. Shall be glad if you will come with me. Air and scenery perfect. Leave Paddington by the 11:15.” “What do you say, Continue reading


by Fitz-James O'Brien. Originally Published in Harper's April, 1861. A solitary young boy finds himself strangely drawn to one particular grave in the local cemetery! Far away in the deep heart of a lonely country there was an old solitary churchyard. People were no longer buried there, for it had fulfilled its mission long, long ago, and its rank grass now fed a few vagrant goats that clambered over its ruined wall and roamed through the sad wilderness of graves. It was bordered all round with willows and gloomy cypresses; and the rusty iron gate, seldom if ever opened, shrieked when the Continue reading


by Stanley G. Weinbaum. Originally Published in Wonder Stories July, 1934. An explorer's rocket crashes hundreds of miles from base and he's forced to trek across the Martian wasteland for home! Jarvis stretched himself as luxuriously as he could in the cramped general quarters of the Ares. "Air you can breathe!" he exulted. "It feels as thick as soup after the thin stuff out there!" He nodded at the Martian landscape stretching flat and desolate in the light of the nearer moon, beyond the glass of the port. The other three stared at him sympathetically—Putz, the engineer, Leroy, the Continue reading


by Thomas Prest. Originally published in People's Periodical and Family Library, Nov. 1846. A razor-wielding barber kills his customers for cash and a string of pearls. PART I. Of all the tales of crime and bloodshed which it has fallen to the lot of the historian or novelist to chronicle, we doubt if any other can compare on the point of horror with the story of Sweeney Todd, usually called The Demon Barber of Fleet-Street. This bloodthirsty wretch "flourished," if such a term may be used with regard to such a villain, during many years of the last century, until at last an end was made to Continue reading


by Robert E. Howard. Originally Published in Weird Tales November, 1932. CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI Bran Mak Morn, last King of the Picts, wants revenge against the hated Roman invaders, and he's willing to bargain with an ancient, inhuman enemy to get it! CHAPTER I "Strike in the nails, soldiers, and let our guest see the reality of our good Roman justice!" The speaker wrapped his purple cloak closer about his powerful frame and settled back into his official chair, much as he might have settled back in his seat at the Circus Maximus to enjoy the clash Continue reading


by Frederick C. Davis. Originally Published in Horror Stories April-May 1938. Out of the bowels of the earth they came, macabre beings who dwell in eternal darkness! CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER ONE Doom at Midnight It was a strange mission that had taken us out into the night; and our search had led us into a region that seemed ominously desolate under the dim glow of the moon. We were silent as we followed a cinder path that wound down into a hollow among the hills. Jane's hand clung to my arm while we groped our way. I could feel her fingers Continue reading


by Bret Harte. Originally Published in Overland Monthly and Outwest Magazine 1869. The town's beautiful new schoolmarm has plans for one of her students! Sandy was very drunk. He was lying under an azalea bush, in pretty much the same attitude in which he had fallen some hours before. How long he had been lying there he could not tell, and didn't care; how long he should lie there was a matter equally indefinite and unconsidered. A tranquil philosophy, born of his physical condition, suffused and saturated his moral being. The spectacle of a drunken man, and of this drunken man in particular, Continue reading


by George Sterling . from Popular Magazine, Feb. 1, 1914. Two Pleistocene Age children are menaced by a ferocious saber-toothed tiger.   IN the late afternoon of a summer day in the year three hundred thousand (circa) B.C., a boy and a girl were squatted on the limb of a huge tree overlooking a path of a dense and somber forest. They faced in opposite directions, one up and one down the wood trail below them, and kept each a hand upon a large, smooth rock poised on the wide limb that they shared. This rock was of a size patently beyond their ability to have lifted to its position. Continue reading